Black Zephyr Old Freak
編輯: Exodus Tales
In the following two days, Tang Xiu and Star Tears observed the 900 people on the long bridge and completely figured out the circumstances. The space pressure in the long bridge was different and was adjusted according to each Immortal's cultivation level, thus forming a unique pressure. For instance, a Golden Immortal would have to face much less pressure compared to a Perfected Golden Immortal.
This magical spatial pressure varied according to each person's cultivation level. So, in the end, it didn't matter whether the person was a Golden Immortal or a Perfected Golden Immortal as all would face the same level of pressure.
"I refuse to give up!"
A Golden Immortal suddenly coughed a mouthful of blood and his body flew to the back as though he was a snapped kite and then crashed down under everyone's eyes.